After Hu Bingbing and Zhu Li left, I hurried into the room, only to find that Aizi Xing was lying in bed, fast asleep, and there were tissues scattered all over the floor. This guy really has it good—despite his dwarf-like stature, he somehow managed to sleep with Zhu Li. Talk about getting lucky.

No wonder he turned off his phone. It turns out he was afraid I’d ruin his fun.

I quickly woke Aizi Xing up and asked him if he had found out anything. Was there any progress?

Aizi Xing woke up with a fatigued look, his face showing signs of having been completely drained. However, there was also a sense of satisfaction in his tiredness.

“Find out what? My legs are so weak I can’t even investigate anymore,” Aizi Xing muttered, still half-asleep.

“What?” I said sharply.

“Cough, cough. Well, I checked last night. There’s no problem with the person or the house,” Aizi Xing quickly corrected himself.

“Then what, is it a ghost haunting her, or is it the grudge of the unborn?” I pressed on.

Aizi Xing hesitated for a long time, unable to give a clear answer. Finally, he could only grit his teeth and say, “It’s a ghost, probably. Hu Bingbing must be telling the truth. She wouldn’t have any reason to lie to us.”

Since it’s a ghost, I decided to give her a protective tattoo—a Yasha Yang to ward off the evil spirits.

I originally considered doing a Ghost-Eating Yasha tattoo, but that one is too aggressive—it feeds on ghosts. The fetus ghost isn’t really evil; it’s just clinging to Hu Bingbing, not trying to take her life. It’s still a small ghost, and if it’s caught by a Ghost-Eating Yasha, it would be utterly destroyed—losing its soul and any chance at reincarnation.

That would be too cruel—it hasn’t even been born yet. If it gets caught now, it will have no chance to even exist.

So, I decided against the Ghost-Eating Yasha and went with a Red Lotus Yasha tattoo instead. The Red Lotus is a symbol of Buddhism, known for its power to ward off evil spirits, and this particular Yasha is a special type—a Ghost Messenger. Even ghosts fear him.

Compared to the Ghost-Eating Yasha, the Red Lotus Yasha is not as violent or terrifying. Still, its abilities are far from weak, especially given its status as a Ghost Messenger.

At this point, Aizi Xing had no objections, saying I could do whatever tattoo I wanted. After that, he went back to lying down and quickly fell asleep again. I kicked him, telling him he couldn’t just laze around here, and he quickly scrambled to get up and follow me downstairs.

Aizi Xing seemed to have some issues—whether it was with his kidney or his legs, he had trouble walking down a single flight of stairs, his legs wobbling and his breathing heavy. Hu Bingbing and Zhu Li couldn’t help but laugh.

When I saw Hu Bingbing, I told her we were going to the tattoo shop. I had already decided to give her the Red Lotus Yasha tattoo to ward off ghosts. The price was 20,000.

Hu Bingbing said money was no problem, as long as the effect was good. For her, 20,000 was like pocket change.

Just as we were about to leave, I saw that man again. He was still wearing the same white shirt, standing in the hallway on the second floor. He was staring at me with strange eyes, his mouth wide open as if speaking, but no sound was coming out.

“Don’t trust her!”

I was able to read his lips again, but when Hu Bingbing looked toward the hallway with me, the man turned and ran.

This time, I noticed that the collar of his white shirt was stained red, almost as if it had been soaked in blood.

I had a bad feeling about this. This couldn’t possibly be Hu Bingbing’s man, because his behavior was too strange.

“Don’t run!” I shouted.

“Tang Hao, what are you doing? What’s going on?” Hu Bingbing called after me, but she couldn’t stop me. I rushed upstairs as fast as I could, determined to catch that man.

But by the time I reached the second floor, the man had vanished. I searched all the rooms but couldn’t find him.

Impossible. Where could he have hidden? I had checked every room on this floor. How could he be gone?

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“Tang Hao, what’s wrong with you?” Hu Bingbing seemed a little angry. After all, I was just a guest, and here I was, rummaging through the second floor. Luckily, she was still polite, since she wanted me to do her tattoo.

“I’m sure I saw a man on the second floor just now. How could he be gone? Where did he hide?” I scratched my head, confused.

Hu Bingbing was getting impatient. “I’ll say it one last time. There’s no other man in this house. You’re overthinking it.”

I had no choice. If I had caught that man, I could have confronted Hu Bingbing about it, but now that the man was gone, I had no evidence. I could only laugh awkwardly to ease the tension before leaving the villa with Hu Bingbing and the others.

The strange man in the villa continued to intrigue me, but for now, I had to put it out of my mind and focus on Hu Bingbing’s tattoo.

The Red Lotus Yasha tattoo was large, a huge lotus flower with a demon face showing its long teeth. It could only be done on the back.

Hu Bingbing didn’t put on any covering cloth during the tattooing process, allowing me to work freely. Her figure was excellent, and from the side, I could still catch glimpses of some interesting details.

Hu Bingbing was a top-tier actress, a goddess to countless people, and I felt like I was lucky to be doing her tattoo.

It took about five hours to complete. The Red Lotus Yasha looked much better than the Ghost-Eating Yasha, especially with the large red lotus that seemed almost lifelike on Hu Bingbing’s beautiful back.

When I finished, Hu Bingbing thanked me profusely and paid me before leaving. Aizi Xing was still asleep on the couch, looking like a pig.

I shook my head helplessly, then ordered ten large kidneys for him on my phone. It was my way of showing concern for my employee.

At that moment, Su Qing came back in. She asked who had just left.

I told her it was Hu Bingbing, the famous actress. Didn’t she recognize her from the movies?

Su Qing pinched her nose, making a disgusted face. “Her mouth had a foul smell. It was awful.”

I was taken aback. “No way. A big star like Hu Bingbing has bad breath? How come I didn’t notice it before?”

Su Qing said she knew because not only did she smell it, but the odor was strange—definitely not just regular bad breath.

I quickly interrupted her. Talking about other people’s bad breath was just too boring and gross. I didn’t want to keep discussing it.

“By the way, what about the senior master you invited? Did you get him? It’s not Zhang Qing, is it?” I asked urgently. This was crucial—if we had another expert helping us, it would increase our chances. That evil ghost woman was too vicious and underhanded. Even without the issue with Xu Meng, I was determined to fight her to the end.

Su Qing replied that it wasn’t Zhang Qing. He was ranked third. There was a second senior sister and a senior master. The senior master had agreed to come on the 15th. He usually stays in the mountains for his cultivation and rarely comes out, so it was a big deal that he agreed this time.

The 15th? That was the day to collect the morning dew. If everything went well, we could remove the Corpse Fetus. But the ghost woman would definitely try to stop us. The key thing was Xu Meng...

I told Su Qing everything that happened last night. She was so angry that her eyes were practically bulging out, cursing that ghost woman as despicable and vicious, even insulting her entire lineage. Su Qing was merciless when she insulted people. I had no choice but to cover my ears.

Just then, a woman wearing a lace skirt walked in.

At first, I thought she was a beauty based on her figure and attire, but when I looked up, I nearly had a heart attack—thought I saw a ghost in broad daylight.

“Holy crap!” Su Qing had the same reaction as me.

The woman had an incredibly ugly face. Her features seemed to be in conflict with each other, and it looked awkward and unpleasant. Her nose and the corners of her mouth were crooked. It was as if her face had touched the ground when she was born.

The woman came in and asked, “Are you Tang Hao, the tattoo artist who does ghost tattoos?”

I said yes, then asked why she wanted a ghost tattoo.

She introduced herself as Cui Meixi, saying a friend had recommended me. Her friend said ghost tattoos were powerful and had unexpected effects, so she decided to give it a try.

Her reason for getting a ghost tattoo was simple: she pointed to her face.

Beauty is something you're born with, and it’s hard to change. Cui Meixi felt like she was born in the wrong body. She had been ugly since childhood, so much so that even her parents disliked her.

In a world that values appearances, Cui Meixi faced rejection everywhere she went because of her looks. She even got into unnecessary trouble because of it.

Eventually, she saved up enough money and bravely decided to get plastic surgery. But things went horribly wrong—the surgery was a failure.

Cui Meixi pointed to her crooked mouth and nose and explained that these were the side effects of the failed surgery. The beauty clinic compensated her with a large sum of money, but it only made her appearance worse.

Her already ugly face became even worse, and even the company where she had worked for years was about to fire her. Many employees complained that just looking at her face made them nauseous and unable to work properly.

Cui Meixi didn’t blame them. She even hated looking at her own reflection. Her boyfriend preferred to watch porn and take care of himself rather than touch her. The only reason they were together was that her boyfriend was lazy and relied on her to support him.

Cui Meixi didn’t want to be a world-class beauty. She just wanted to look normal. Living with such an ugly face had made her life miserable. At times, she even wanted to die.

After telling her story, Cui Meixi looked at me with hope, hoping I could save her from her suffering.

Su Qing told her not to feel inferior, saying that I was ugly too, yet I was living just fine. People just needed to be confident. Besides, there was no magic formula for becoming beautiful—if there were, the whole world would know about it by now. While ghost tattoos might be powerful, there was a limit to what they could do. Cui Meixi was just dreaming.

I gave Su Qing a sideways glance. Was I ugly? She must be out of her mind.

But there was, in fact, a ghost tattoo that could make someone beautiful. It was called the Painted Skin tattoo. It was a Yin tattoo, and as for how beautiful it could make someone, I wasn’t sure. It also had one particularly sinister feature...